Love Match (Love Match 1)

They stared at each other until the door started moving shut again. Jesse hurried inside and jabbed the button for his floor. As the elevator ascended, Luke cleared his throat.

“Luke.” Jesse’s voice was sharp. “Just don’t say anything, okay? I get it. You don’t like me. End of story.”

“Then how come I can’t stop thinking about you?” The truth slipped off his tongue, loosened by too much whiskey. Luke cursed himself.

Jesse looked at him as if Luke had two heads. “Is this some kind of game? Do you enjoy this?” His voice rose, nostrils flaring. “I don’t find it amusing, okay? You’ve humiliated me enough, thanks.”

“It’s not a game.”

The elevator stopped, the doors sliding open. It was Jesse’s floor, and for a moment, he remained immobile, their eyes locked. In that moment, Luke knew. He knew that he wanted Jesse McAllister.

For the first time in two years, Luke really felt alive.

Luke pulled Jesse to him, the doors closing once more. As Jesse gasped in surprise, Luke kissed him, slipping his tongue inside his mouth. Jesse was stiff and unyielding, his hands pushing against Luke’s chest. Luke could feel Jesse’s dick start to harden, and he slid his hands down to Jesse’s ass, pulling him closer.

With a soft moan, Jesse gave in, his arms wrapping around Luke, their tongues twisting together. They rubbed against each other as they kissed, teeth clashing, lips wet. Soon they were panting for breath, and Luke’s hands were still gripping Jesse’s firm ass.

The elevator doors opened with a ping.

It took them a few seconds to realize what was happening and they leapt apart, dazed. Panic blazed through Luke’s gut, and he expected to see paparazzi, or the chesty bartender, or maybe Stein Koehler and his sneer.

No one peered back. They had arrived at Luke’s floor, the penthouse.

“Jesus,” Luke muttered. The doors began closing, and Luke reached out a hand to stop them. With his other, he tugged Jesse. Jesse didn’t move, and Luke looked back. “Come on.”

Jesse shook his head. “Not if this is all going to be a mistake tomorrow.”

Luke took a deep breath and threaded their fingers together. “No more games.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Luke felt like he was spinning again, out of control.

This time, he didn’t want it to stop.

CHAPTER SEVEN

They stumbled into Luke’s suite, the door closing firmly behind them. They kissed and tugged at each other’s clothing as they made their way through the living room and into the bedroom.

Luke pressed Jesse back onto the bed in the dark room, pinning him down. He pulled Jesse’s shirt off and moved his lips over his nipples, going back and forth between them as he yanked at Jesse’s pants. Jesse’s cock strained against his white cotton briefs, and Luke’s head dipped low, his mouth moving over the cotton.

Jesse moaned, his fingers twisting in Luke’s hair. He pulled Luke back up, his tongue diving into Luke’s mouth as his hips arched up. Luke broke away and yanked his own clothes off before he straddled Jesse, naked. Luke stroked his own dick, and Jesse’s eyes widened with desire, his pink tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Luke pulled Jesse’s cock out of his briefs and held it to his, rubbing both of them together tightly. Jesse thrust upwards and groaned as Luke picked up the pace, his fingers digging into Luke’s thighs. Luke stroked their slick cocks together, his hips thrusting in time with his hand as they got closer and closer to the edge.

Jesse’s head was thrown back, his mouth open as he began to shudder, his come hitting his chest. Luke’s balls tightened at the sight, and soon he was shooting hard, spilling over his hand.

He rolled off Jesse and they lay on the bed side by side, the light from the moon shining through the big window. As Luke’s pulse began to return to normal, he shifted closer, his tongue finding the come drying on Jesse’s chest. He licked it up, the flavor making need unfurl in his belly once more. Jesse watched him with big eyes.

“Roll over,” Luke whispered.

Suddenly Jesse tensed up. “Luke, I …”

“It’s okay, I know.” He rubbed his hand soothingly down Jesse’s stomach. “I just want to taste you.”

Jesse’s brow creased. “But…you just did.”

Luke grinned and gently pushed on Jesse’s shoulder until he rolled over. He slowly dragged Jesse’s underwear down his legs, lips following close behind. Then he kissed his way back up, nudging Jesse’s legs open with his head. He could hear shallow breathing above him, and when his tongue flicked across Jesse’s hole, Jesse gasped.

Luke kissed and licked Jesse’s hole, working his pointed tongue inside as Jesse began to writhe against the mattress, moans of pleasure escaping his lips. Luke drove him to the edge, his spit dripping down Jesse’s shaking thighs. Luke urged him up onto his knees, and with a few tugs on his cock, Jesse came again, Luke’s tongue still buried in his ass.